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Better Halves
A Transformers fan fiction
By Sefiru
Summary: (G1, TFA) a space bridge experiment ends up connecting to an unexpected place.
Disclaimer: I don't own it and I make no money. Ba weep gra na weep nini bong.
Pairing(s): Optimus Prime/Prowl, Optimus Prime/Prowl
Warnings: NC-17, stickyfic , cross-continuity, language, violence
Shozurei : Prowl/Jazz and Prowl/Lockdown have been done to death; I can't really see Bumblebee. I wrote this because I wanted some OP/P and there wasn't enough of it around. ^^
Where'd my reviewers go? It must be exam time ^^ I can tell by the hit count that lots of people are reading, though. Thanks, everyone!
In this chapter: Prowl takes lessons from a Lamborghini.
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Chapter 3: The Lambo Tango
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Prowl was just as glad to spend his recharge cycle in the medbay . He was the most popular bot on the ship, it seemed; everyone wanted a cycle of his time. He was even being pestered while he sipped his morning energon – strong stuff, but these overbuilt bots needed the concentrated fuel. Bluestreak was within a wire of getting a hubcap to the face when the elder Prowl turned up to restore order.
"He will work with Sideswipe and Sunstreaker until local noon, and with Peceptor after that." There were some grumbles of disappointment. "As for the rest of you, the Constructicons have been sighted in Tucson. Prime will be along shortly to assign teams." A general shrug; the Autobots moved variously to the armory and equipment lockers.
"Another day, another Decepticon," someone muttered.
Prowl found himself flanked by the identical red and yellow bots from the previous day's paint can stunt. "We think we can show you some things about being spark twins," the red one – Sideswipe – said.
"Besides, it's a crime to coop up a speedy chassis like yours," Sunstreaker added. Prowl felt a twinge of irritation through the link to his counterpart.
"This is not a license to go wild," elder Prowl said. "I'm going with you." Sunstreaker grimaced; Prowl on the other hand felt much better about the exercise. He'd always known he liked his own company best.
The Autobots scattered out of the Ark on their various missions, Prime's call to roll out ringing in their audios. Sideswipe took the lead in Prowl's little group, Sunstreaker only a length behind him. Once they hit the service road leading down the mountain, they opened up their throttles and really started to play. Great, more speed demons; Prowl settled into the yellow car's slipstream to keep pace without exhausting himself. Elder Prowl brought up the rear at a more sensible speed.
Prowl was wholly in the moment, basking in the feel of wind flowing over his skin plates and the hard-packed gravel under his tires. It was one of those rare moments when his body was focused on motion and his processor was utterly still. Thus, when Sunstreaker slammed his brakes on in front of him, Prowl reacted without conscious thought.
He transformed even before the squeal of brakes reached his audios. He went up, put one hand on Sunstreaker's roof and vaulted over him; his momentum carried him high into the air. He corrected his orientation, transformed back, and landed on his tires. He put his wheels in gear and caught up to Sideswipe before either car registered what was happening. Elder Prowl passed Sunstreaker before he got his engine started again.
The road ended at a dry lake bed, with no sign of humans around; all four bots transformed. "Your taste in pranks leaves something to be desired," Prowl told Sunstreaker .
"How did you do that?" the yellow sports car replied. "Are you an Aerialbot in disguise or something?"
That hit a little too close to home, but they didn't need to know that. "It's a talent," he said.
"If you're finished, Sunny, we have a job to do out here," Sideswipe noted. He faced the two Prowls. "You've said you can sense each others' emotions; Sunny and I have figured out how to talk to each other over the link, and we're going to see if you two can learn it. Young Prowl, you're with me. Elder Prowl – sorry, sir."
"I can handle him." The black-and-white bot walked off to the left, leaving Sunstreaker to hurry after him. Sideswipe led Prowl off to the right.
The soil was grainy underfoot, the rounded shapes of quartz sand mingled with hard-edged salt crystals; it was cracked from being dried out by the sun. The basin afforded a clear line of sight for kilometers in all directions. Prowl could just see his counterpart and Sunstreaker without magnification, facing them across the dusty expanse.
"I can't give you software for this," Sideswipe told him. "My code doesn't even work for Sunny, and vice versa. You can use our code to seed yours, but this is going to take some data crunching. You and our Prowl are going to take turns sending."
It was deceptively simple. The first task was to bring up his own registry and identify the input address from his Spark, then change its tag to input/output. The data tracks from the twins were blended and randomly altered into a million different versions, all running in parallel and taking up most of Prowl's processing resources. In casual terms, he was concentrating.
He felt the blips come through his spark with his existing senses; of all the variant code strings only a few – less than one in a thousand – produced a response. The rest were discarded, and those few propagated into a million new variations. Now he tried transmitting, a simple test tone . He went through two hundred thousand code variants before he felt the elder Prowl react; the success rate went up to half a percent. Again the useless code was deleted, the rest copied and modified. Prowl liked to think his learning subroutines were more efficient than average, but this was still tedious. It took half a megacycle before he could consistently send and receive a burst of static, much less anything intelligible. At this point his learning system got more selective; his language circuits compared the incoming data streams, looking for patterns. Another million variants. He focused more closely on elder Prowl's reactions, filtering out which ones were the most positive. Two megacycles and thousands of iterations after they began, he finally received a coherent sentence: < Ba weep gra-na weep nini bong. >
"Sideswipe, ask Sunstreaker if my counterpart is trying to send me the Universal Greeting."
"He did," the red bot answered after a moment. "Looks like you've got it. The rest is just practice."
And it was. Two iterations later, elder Prowl correctly received his message ("Yellow paint glitches circuits"); after this the code only needed minor refinements for clarity and efficiency. Debugging and trend-recognizing software took over. For data to send back and forth, the two Prowls started a verbal chess game.
< pawn to e4. >
<rook to a5. That last one was a bit broken up. >
< I think I've fixed it. Bishop to e2 … >
Elder Prowl had gotten within three moves of checkmate when they were interrupted – by Sideswipe heavily shoving Prowl to the ground. A missile streaked through the space where they had been standing, then struck the ground and exploded with a muffled BOOM. "Seekers," Sideswipe explained redundantly.
< We see them. Hide. > If it were any other bot standing on the barren plain, the command would have been ludicrous. Prowl waited for the next missile, and under cover of the dust it raised, turned on his holoprojector and slipped aside. Sideswipe brought his targeting radar up; three brightly painted fighter planes stooped down on them. In the distance a plume of dust rose, thrown up by the tires of the other two Autobots.
The lead Seeker, who looked exactly like Ego-Starscream , transformed and landed with servos planted on hips. "Where'd the little bit go? You bring him out here for some one-on-one action?"
"Totally not my type, Decepti -creep," Sideswipe called back. On the Autobot channel he added, < no offense. >
< None taken, > Prowl sent back. The Seekers whirled toward the radio source and fired, but Prowl had already moved. According to his transponder, EgoScream's counterpart was named Thundercracker ; the one that looked like CowardScream was Skywarp , and the one in LiarScream's colors was Ramjet.
"Screamer said you lot had found a pretty one, and by the Pit, he was right," Skywarp said. "Are you sure he's a fighter?"
"Get lost, perverts." Sideswipe swung his cannon in their direction. Prowl moved well out of the line of fire; it went against his nature to watch while others fought, but he wasn't a fighter, not by their standards. Sideswipe was successfully holding off three Decepticons single-servo. Granted, they weren't trying especially hard.
Sunstreaker and elder Prowl rolled into the firefight, transforming and drawing weapons in one swift motion. The Prowl of this world had never had martial arts training; his fighting style was raw, brutal and ruthlessly effective. Ramjet faltered as a plasma burst tore a hole in his wing. His two companions pounced on the Autobot officer, tempted by the prize he would make if captured. "Why don't you bring out the ho-bot, Prowlie ?" Thundercracker yelled. " Us Seekers will show him what a real mech can do."
Prowl had had it with being hit on by jets. The Decepticons hovered overhead, just out of the Autobots' reach. He didn't have a firearm – but he did have four shuriken, and massively overpowered hydraulics in his pedes . He sent through the link to his counterpart. < I'm going to step on your shoulder. Don't react. > He jumped.
Normally a metal being landing on another metal being would have produced a resounding clang. But the sensors in Prowl's pedes let him adjust the pressure dynamically so that he landed without a whisper. And once he had his footing, the hydraulics in his "boots" launched him up in a high arc, over the Seekers' heads. He felt elder Prowl's surprise at the sudden force, but the officer gave no sign. He dropped his hologram a moment before he came down on Thundercracker's back, shuriken in servo; he slashed the wires at the base of the wing, which caused him to tilt out of control and brought him, literally, down to earth. Prowl rode him to the ground and jumped off as he impacted.
"Real mech ? I think not." He turned his back, took two steps and let his hologram shimmer over him again.
Sideswipe said, "You just turned into my type." Elder Prowl just smirked.
With two of their number damaged, and Sunstreaker taking pot shots at anything with a purple ensign, the Seekers decided it was best to retreat. The red and yellow twins watched them vanish with looks of satisfaction.
On the other servo, Prowl could tell that his counterpart was shaken. "We are going back to the Ark, and I am going to lock you in the lab with Perceptor ."
After all the morning's excitement, Prowl was more than willing to comply.
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A bit more action this time around. The method Prowl is using to create his code is a real computing method, Genetic Programming.
Next chapter: an entirely different kind of action.
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